My brain unfortunately decided to become emotional about this.
How embarrassing.
“You know,” I muttered quietly, “you’re surprisingly thoughtful sometimes.”
“Sometimes?”
“Don’t ruin the moment.”
A small smile appeared briefly on his face.
Then:
“You also talk in your sleep.”
My head snapped toward him instantly.
“No I don’t.”
“You do.”
“You’re lying.”
“You mumbled something about movie characters deserving happiness.”
I froze.
“…Delete that information from your memory immediately.”
“That’s unlikely.”
“I trusted you.”
“That was your first mistake.”
I pointed at him accusingly with my fork.
“You’re evil.”
“You slept in my office for five hours.”
“THAT was your decision.”
“And I stand by it.”
God.
Why was that weirdly attractive.
I hated this.
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By the time I got
